I
will not bow to the hoodlums
Lucky
Dube didn’t
And
I won’t
Why
should I?
They
fool all the people all the time
They
steal their votes
They
blatantly rub them of victory
They
chase their women
And
rape their daughters in broad daylight.
They
walk down the wrong way
Their
pockets dripping with blood
Their
breath filled with alcohol
Their
trouser zips pulled right down
Their
coats thrown off
Their
shirt collars unbuttoned
And
they call themselves men of the people.
They
speak out of both sides of the mouth
They
call white, black
And
black, white
They
have falsified their birth certificates
And
short-changed their job descriptions
They
sit on two stools at once
And
ride three horses in one go
They
eat food for three people
And
walk on fellow human beings
With
girl children as their walking sticks
They
call themselves men of God
That’s
why today
We
worship the man of God
Instead
of the God of man.
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